Surviving loss

Gone.
Less than 20 hours of wooly life.

I stared in disbelief while Dad chuckled.
Gone.

I could get all zen about the ephemeral nature of knit ups
and the release of ownership once it leaves my hands
to enter the public domain.

I could even wax lyrically Buddhist about impermanence, and that
to embrace change is the only way to view life.

I could bend like the willow in the face of the wind.

Truth is I was pissed off.

That's one of the recovery steps isn't it?
Denial and disbelief.
Then get pissed off.
Then get revenge.

I'm sure of it.

This grrl has the right idea.
Solidarity.
Even the mangy condom has remained on her fist.
Some graffiti artist's work has lasted longer than mine.

Like another wise person once said, "Don't get mad, get even."

So slide grrl got some leg warmers.

The sculptor is John Dowie, maker of some fine Adelaide public
art pieces and my favourite since a child, Alice .

I smiled for the security cameras.

And watched people smile and point as they walked past.

Asians seemed to possess the finer levels of appreciation for quirky.

A gentleman who actually knew John Dowie stopped to share stories of the artist.

In case any Adelaide geurillas want to keep her warm too I have the measurements.

Slide Grrl's leg Warmers:

Cast on 18 stitches on 4mm needles.
Knit a 2x2 rib for 6 rows.
Change to stockinette.
Work in the stripes of your choice while gradually increasing to 35 stitches
Over approximately a 13 cm length.
Make the last 6 rows a 2x2 rib for the top end of her legwarmer.

And dont forget to smile for the camera.